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“Bad words?” Oliver tilted his head curiously. 1
“Yes, yes, buddy. Very bad. So never repeat those words.”
Oliver frowned, unconvinced. “But Uncle, you also said that. If you said those words, they must be good words, right?”
Axel almost choked on air. His son’s innocent logic was both hrious and dangerous. He quickly reached out, turning off the speaker before Oscar could dig himself into an even deeper hole.
Then, he leaned closer to Oliver, and their eyes met. Softened his tone as he said, “Oliver, can you wait in your room for a little while?
Daddy needs to talk to Uncle Oscar.”
Oliver nodded obediently and hopped off the sofa, milk still in hand.
Once the bedroom door clicked shut, the gentleness in Axel’s eyes vanished. His expression darkened, and his whole presence shifted
like a storm gathering over the ocean.
He rose from the sofa and walked to the wide ss window, phone pressed firmly to his ear.
On the other end, Oscar’s voice quivered with fake cheer. “He–Hello? Are you still there? Oliver? Buddy? Come on, give the phone to
your mommy, please…”
But this time, it wasn’t Oliver who answered. Axel’s voice dropped low but cold, “You said you know who Oliver’s father is?”
“You again?” Oscar snapped, irritation sounding in his tone. Then, a deep sigh came from the other end before he continued, “Yes, of
course I know! And that person is definitely not you.”
Axel smirked, running his hand slowly over his eyebrow.
This was the first time someone had dared to speak so harshly to him and still kept breathing. Well, at least for now. If this damn Oscar
kept challenging him, he would have no problem sending someone to take away that privilege.
He had no time to waste on someone <i>so </i>insignificant. Yet, he couldn’t allow this man to remain ignorant about his ce, especially
concerning Evelyn and Oliver.
“You mean… Oliver’s father is Axel Knight?” Axel asked, his tone casual. He let the silence linger, waiting for Oscar’s reaction.
The other end of the line went quiet, only the faint sound of shaky breathing. Then Oscar’s voice broke through, trembling. “H–How do
you know? Tell me, how do you know that person? Did Evelyn tell you?”
Axel’s lips curved into a cold smile. He had him cornered.
“Because…” He let the word hang for a bit, “I’m that person. I’m Axel Knight.”
The silence that followed was almost satisfying. Axel could imagine Oscar’s expression, the disbelief, the panic, the sudden awareness of
just how small he waspared to the man on the other end of the call.
Axel’s eyes darkened, his tone even colder, “And if you ever dare confuse my son again, I promise you, Oscar, you won’t like what
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happens next.”
Still no reaction from Oscar.
Axel checked the cell phone and sighed silently when he saw the line was still connected.
“Anything else you want to say?” he asked impatiently, his tone still sounding sharp.
Instead of answering directly, Oscar chuckled before saying, “No wonder you’re trending again. Having a secret lover in Willowcrest? But
man, you’re definitely going to ruin Eve’s peaceful life if you appear there.”
Axel’s brows furrowed. His grip on the phone tightened.
“What do you mean?”
“I suggest you check the inte, man,” Oscar replied, sounding almost smug. “And sorry for making you angry before. I just didn’t know
it was you. Alright, I won’t bother you again. But please… from one good man to another, don’t make Eve suffer even more. She has been
through a lot for thest four years…”
Axel didn’t bother with more words. He ended the call right away.
A heavy silence filled the room as he slid his hand into his pocket and took out his own phone.
Notifications had piled up like a storm; calls, alerts, news apps screaming for his attention.
When his eyes fell on the first headline, his expression became stiff.
[Is <i>the </i><i>Nation’s </i><i>most </i><i>eligible </i><i>bachelor </i><i>hiding </i><i>a </i><i>secret </i><i>lover </i><i>in </i><i>Willowcrest</i>?]
He scrolled, and more followed, each one worse than thest:
[Axel <i>Knight </i>spotted <i>in </i><i>sleepy </i><i>seaside </i>town. Who <i>is </i><i>the </i><i>mystery </i><i>woman </i><i>by </i><i>his </i><i>side</i>?]
[From CEO <i>to </i><i>secret </i><i>family </i><i>man</i>? <i>Axel </i><i>Knight’s </i><i>shocking </i><i>double </i><i>life</i>.]
[Nation’s heartbreaker<i>, </i><i>heart </i><i>taken</i><i>? </i><i>Fans </i><i>devastated </i><i>after </i><i>blurry </i>photos <i>surface</i>.]
[Axel Knight’s hidden <i>romance</i><i>: </i><i>Fairytale </i><i>in </i><i>Willowcrest </i><i>or </i><i>scandal </i><i>in </i><i>disguise</i>?]
[Has Axel Knight <i>finally </i><i>met </i><i>his </i><i>match</i>? Or <i>is </i><i>this </i><i>another </i><i>fling </i><i>gone </i><i>wrong</i>?]
Each headline felt like a nail hammered against his temple. He massaged his brow, Frustration swallowed him.
He had given his word to Evelyn that she would have peace, Six months of hiding in this ce. Six months where she could live without
the weight of his world pressing down on her shoulders.
And now, barely a day into their new life here, the storm had already found them.
His gaze shifted toward the window, where the endless blue sea stretched across the horizon. He had allowed Evelyn to stay here
because it was quiet, far from the noise of the capital. Yet noise had a way of finding him.
He tapped his phone and made a call.
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“Dn
The line connected instantly.
“Boss, I was about to call you… The inte! It’s…”
“Yes, I know. That’s why I’m calling you now,” Axel interrupted.
Then heid out what he wanted him to do.
“I need you to tweak the n. I’ll be flying back to the capital tomorrow morning. Feed the reporter with some bigger news to distract
them, like a political scandal or an A–List celebrity scandal. You know a couple of politicians with some dirty love affairs and several
celebrities with their drug abuse habits. Just make sure the public loses interest in writing about Willowcrest.”
“Understood. Consider it done.”
Axel hung up, but his chest still felt tight.
He drafted a series of quick text messages, issuing instructions to a few people.
Only when everything was moving in motion did he finally leave the room, with Evelyn’s cell phone in his hand.
He couldn’t let her read the news by herself. He needs to talk to her directly.
He races down the stairs two at a time, heading for the fourth floor. The cool air trails behind him, but his thoughts are still on fire.
A few minutester, he stood in front of the door, phone still buzzing with replies. He gave a few final instructions to his people, then
exhaled slowly.
With one hand, he pressed the doorbell.
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<strong>Sara Lili</strong> is a daring romance writer who turns icyndscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of d’s breathtaking cold.